Thank you Public Plaza

Thank you public plaza, for being so unnecessarily spacious, and for allowing me to park so far away from the entrance. I probably needed to walk that extra 30 minutes during my lunch hour on my way to the DMV.

Thank you public plaza, for changing levels occasionally, just to keep me alert.

Thank you public plaza, for your simple paving pattern articulated by oily puddles, and the homeless. It makes passing through SO whimsical, like an obstacle course, designed for the lonely.

Thank you public plaza, for obscuring your entrances. It’s like a treasure hunt. Is this my bank here? nope, that’s a dumpster enclosure. Fun! Signage is for losers anyway.

Thank you public plaza, for surrounding me with polished stone and glass. It’s so shiny and refective. I needed to reflect on some things in my life today. I’m not sure I’m in the right profession. I’m a good father, aren’t I? Did I turn off the iron? I should get better shoes. Am I gay? Thanks for giving me time to think.

Thank you public plaza, for the color grey. So many subtle variations, I had no idea.

Thank you public plaza, for the whimsical splash of color at the hotdog vender cart on the corner. $4.50 for a 6 week old water-logged-meat-product seems oddly appropriate. Fine. Why is there a line?

Thank you public plaza, for your circuitous accessible path. I enjoy walking very slowly up these steps in a straight line while Nana scurries onto the ramp to my left and then onto the ramp on my right on her walker. Nana needed some exercise, and frankly, I needed a break from her. Thanks for that.

Thank you public plaza, for telling me that the giant red paper clip is ART. I was worried for a minute, until I saw the plaque.

Thank you public plaza, for being named after the Mayor who cut government spending and gave my family more time to spend with Dad today on our way to the Social Services office to pick up our government cheese. And, thank you for smelling like cheese. I hope that’s cheese.

Thank you public plaza, for giving pigeons a place to poop.

Thank you public plaza, for flooding whenever it’s humid.

Thank you public plaza, for that patch of green in that concrete planter over there. I had almost forgotten about nature.

Thank you public plaza, for that creepy security guard. Why is he staring at me, I’m just reading, I’m not plotting anything, No, no it’s just an ipad. What are schematics? No, I love America. What? take off my shoes?

Thank you public plaza for being horizontal, aggressively.

Thank you public plaza, for your serenity and your lack of interest in me.